Ink

Pen without ink,

Where would the paper sink,

It will blink

With another short of drink.

Even if I had ink inside

Red and so bright

It would lead through wide

Thoughts black and White.

How could be a dream

Long enough in a beam,

With such wrong theme

Even ink by the steam.

Let it shine behind that spy

Holding own pie,

I should write down the sky

Ink, paper, pen and thought from high!